I realise this story doesn't have many reviews or anything but um. . . yeah I like writing it so. Oh well! Oh and for the record I don't speak a word of Polish! (YAY FOR GOOGLE TRANSLATE!) So I be beggin' yer pardon. xx
"Wiham, najdroższa!"
Karofsky's mom rushed over to him the second his sulky ass came through the door and gave him a hug. She hadn't seen him in about a month and a half. She was always away on business trips or visiting Poland making sure the family was okay. Despite today's strange and annoying happenings, his mother visiting was bound to send him sleeping with a smile on his face. Karofsky squeezed her back with so much force and love he took her off the ground (Karofsky wasn't sure where he got his 6 ft 1" scale from, his mom and dad were both pretty short and it never ceased to weird him out a little.
"Oh, God it's so good to see you! It's been too long!"
Karofsky felt the sudden need to not let go but did when she pushed him.
"Oh kochanie, you forget your language so soon?"
Oh God, I've missed her.
"Course not, Jak mogłam, kiedy jesteś zawsze dręczące mnie?" How could I when you're always nagging me?
She gave him a light nudge with her elbow and pulled him into another hug. She started whispering about how she missed him in Polish. She tended to speak very little English when she visited, as she had some strange fear of her little David forgetting his tongue when she left. Karofsky couldn't forget a word of Polish even if he tried.
"How was your day, son?" Paul Karofsky patted his son on the back and beckoned him to sit down at the table with him and his mother.
"Meh." Karofsky shrugged his shoulders and started smiling like crazy when his mother rolled her eyes. "When did you get back? How long will you be here? Nothing's
wrong with Uncle Pawel is there?"
Felka (Karofsky always liked that name) just smacked him on the arm.
"Polska, mój słodki!" Polish, my sweet!
Karofsky smiled. Sometimes he wondered if she even knew English.
"Jak długo będziesz tutaj?" How long will you be here? Karofsky missed his mom like crazy sometimes! He often wonders what life would be like if she around all the time
and not just randomly showing up whenever she chose. That was a life Karofsky would be more than happy with. It was hard to deny that Karofsky was anything less than a mommy's boy. He just loved her so much. So did his dad. It's a miracle how he's managed to put up with the constant back and forth travelling and the Polish insults that he's never understood. (Karofsky was a polish name and but Paul was raised in Jersey, whereas Kozubal was an even more Polish name and Felka was raised in Poland).
Felka finally got round to answering that question of his. Kind of. She pinched her nose and gave him her all knowing glare of "Muhaha! I Know Everything and You Know Nothing!". When Paul had met Felka, he had been visiting his homeland with his mother and father. He was eighteen and fell in love with her the second they saw eachother. it always got Karofsky to think that they didn't even speak the same language and they were still as in love as ever. It was really romantic.
Oh God. I'm so gay. Karofsky winced.
"Wszystko w porządku, mój słodki?" Are you okay, my sweet?
Karofsky gave a reassuring smile to his mother and turned to his dad. "I got lots of homework, Dad. Tell her I'm away." Karofsky gave a teasing smile.
"Ssshh!" His mother kissed him on the cheek before he retreated to his room and collapsed on his bed.
At least she'll keep my mind of things. Well. For a while anyway.
He sat up and turned to the battered, holey, almost snappable guitar sitting in the corner of the room. He had, had that thing since he was ten. He can still remember saving up the $35 and 67 cents he needed to buy it. He started selling lemonade until he realised he could just take the money off people.
Karofsky sighed. You started all this didn't you. Karofsky reached for the cherished instrument. On the back there was a signature from Johnny Rzeznik. He was a guy in some band he liked when he was around thirteen years old but can't remember ever meeting him.
If you didn't come along then none of this singing crap would've came up.
He started playing a little tune and humming along. Despite how much he hated himself for it, singing was probably the best feeling in the world. Besides slamming someone into the walls at hockey practice that was pretty dope too.
"Yesterday. . ."
"All my troubles seemed so far away. . ."
"Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh I believe, in yesterday."
Then the humming strated again. He always had a problem remembering the words.
"Hey Kurt!" Kurt sulked as he heard Finn call on him. "Come check this out!"
Kurt walked to the living room and slumped on the couch. "What?"
"Burt and my mom have left for their honeymoon!" Finn sounded way too excited. Of course he did, this meant none stop parties and drinking from the carton for two weeks straight. "They left a note that says you knew. Why. . .?"
Kurt looked at him. "They didn't tell you because I was supposed to be the one to give you the big speech on how this is my house, my rules but I'm so tired I couldn't care less if you tear the place beam from beam."
Finn looked astonished and a little excited but didn't press on. "Cool, thanks man!"
Kurt picked up his bag, which he got Noah to bring back for him, to the washing machine and slung it in. The material wasn't that delicate, so it should survive he thought. He eagerly made his way down to the basement and turned on his laptop. He was greeted by his desktop picture (a photo of him and Blaine at the park a few weeks ago) and smiled.
You'll cheer me up. He started going through photos of him and Blaine together. Most of them were at the park that very same day but there were a few when they went to see Rent and a couple from when he visited Dalton (which was very frequently).
He brought up Google suddenly to take himself out of his 'sexy-uniform-wearing-school-boy-crush' haze and found himself singing a song he couldn't put his finger on what it was.
"And angels fall without you there, and I go on. . ."
Oh hell no.
Kurt googled the lyrics and a site that said "GOO GOO DOLLS - BLACK BALLOON LYRICS" came up. Karofsky had said something about black balloon. Kurt downloaded the song and listened to the singer.
God, he's NOTHING like the way Karofsky was. Kurt froze. Stop this. Stop this immediantly.
